04.06.04 :: 3:01 pm
At approximately noon today, my skin ERUPTED in FLAMES. Of the rashy variety. Itchy, rashy, red, sad, sad skin. All over my arms and my stomach and neck. So I freak right the fuck out and hightail it to the Lenox Hill emergency room, crying. Turns out, I am not dying. I do not have the HIV. But I am being punished. I'm allergic to Lexapro. Oh, sweet, sweet savior and friend, I must let you go. Now, pumped full of steroids, antihistemines and Pepcid (what? I don't know, the doctor told me to!), I ponder the ongoing conflict in my life: having to give up something that you really love, but is really bad for you. And, as if this episode wasn't enough of a kick in the pants, I now have to schedule an appointment with Dr. M, and with a dermatologist, and buy the prescription meds, and buy the new anti-crazy drugs, and pay for the emergency room visit and OH MY GOD WHY CAN'T WE HAVE FREE HEALTHCARE? Oh, and the icing on this multi-layered wrong cake that I've been served up, is me standing in the emergency room looking like smacked ass, thinking about Mr. M and how nice it would have been to have someone there with me, and bawling like a big stupid rashy baby. Dios mio. I'm going to bed at 7 PM tonight, to forget this atrocious excuse of a day. My rash and I bid you adieu. |